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Jun. 9th, 2009 06:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_dorian_grayHe opens the door to the sparsely furnished room.
It might be sparsely furnished, but the fabrics he's brought from home are colorful and indulgent: silk, satin, velvet, lace. A mound of pillows on the bed, a chest at the foot where his toys lay, and he turns on only a handful of lights. The room dimly lit.
"Come in, Ganymede," he calls, tempting his new-found delight into his den. "Come in and shut the door."
It might be sparsely furnished, but the fabrics he's brought from home are colorful and indulgent: silk, satin, velvet, lace. A mound of pillows on the bed, a chest at the foot where his toys lay, and he turns on only a handful of lights. The room dimly lit.
"Come in, Ganymede," he calls, tempting his new-found delight into his den. "Come in and shut the door."
